I love unmade beds.
I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot
be anything but honest in that moment.
I love the look in people’s eyes
when they realize they’re in love.
I love the way people look when they
first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings.
I love the gasp
people take when their favorite character dies.
I love when people close
their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds.
I fall in love with
people and their honest moments all the time.
I fall in love with their
breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams.
Honesty is just
too beautiful to ever put into words.
Friday, September 21, 2012
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